(See first part for disclaimer, notes, spoilers, etc.)

Chapter 13
Del directs the bellhop with his luggage to the idling limo at the curb. He slides effortlessly into the backseat and tips the young valet before closing the door. He glances at Olivia and sees her staring out the window, looking pale.

"Darlin'? Everything alright?"

Olivia turns her head a fraction on an inch toward him and whispers, "Yes."

Del directs the driver to the small airfield where a private plane is on standby to take them to the Dominican Republic.

"I arranged for two tickets in our names on a commercial flight; if Gregory comes after us, he'll go to the main terminal first. The payment for my shares in Liberty has already been deposited into a Swiss bank account in our names. We're all set. Unless of course you're having second thoughts."

Olivia jerks around to face Del. "What are you talking about?"

"You tell me," Del replies as they pull out of the Resort.

Chapter 14
Gregory screeches to a stop in front of the Resort and bolts out of the car, ignoring the shouts of the valets. He pushes his way into one of the elevators and impatiently jabs the button that will take him to Del's floor.

You've got no idea how much you've given me….Perhaps I'm starting a new chapter in my life…Gregory recalls the conversations he had yesterday with the man who claims to be his best friend and his alcoholic, whore of a wife and he fumes, "No one makes a fool of Gregory Richards…NO ONE!"

The other elevator patrons look over but avert their eyes after Gregory glares at them.

…ding…

The doors open and Gregory strides down the hall to Del's room. He thunders into the room that is vacant except for two members of the housekeeping staff.

"Where is the occupant of this room?" Gregory demands.

The younger of the two pales; the older one replies, "This room was empty when we got here. The guest left in a hurry though…He left some files on the desk. I was just about to leave them at the front desk…"

Gregory grabs the files out of her hand and starts to look through them while pulling out his cell phone.

"Stanton?…Gregory Richards. Fine, fine. I need you to find two people for me….My wife, Olivia, and Del Douglas. They are leaving Sunset Beach…I want to know where they are leaving from and what their destination is…Check private airfields in the area as well as commercial flights….I want answers in ten minutes." Gregory snaps the phone shut and tosses two twenties at the maids. "Thank you for your assistance."

Chapter 15
Olivia looks at Del through the tinted shades of her sunglasses. "I don't know what you mean, darling."

Del considers her once more then replies, "Good. Although I would understand if you were beginning to rethink your decision to leave town with me. But since that isn't an issue," he trails off.

"What if it were?"

"Well darlin', I would remind you that your husband doesn't give a damn about you," he pauses when Olivia flinches. "I'm not telling you anything you didn't already know," he continues, "and he is probably celebrating right now because he just gained controlled of Liberty and got rid of you all in the same day."

"Thank you for sugar coating that for me. I wouldn't want you to hold back on anything you may want to say," Olivia snaps.

"Oh come on Olivia! Wake up! Gregory doesn't love you. When was the last time you made love? Not had sex, but made love? Hmm," Del counters. "It was probably so long ago or you were so drunk that you don't remember. Am I right?"

Olivia hangs her head and nods. Del slides over to her and puts his arm around her.

"He doesn't deserve you," he says softly as he kisses her ear. He trails kisses around her face until he reaches her lips. "He doesn't deserve you. But we deserve each other…," Del's words die in his mouth as Olivia wraps her arms around him and kisses him powerfully.

Olivia climbs into Del's lap and straddles him then proceeds to rip off his tie and unbutton his shirt. Del eagerly meets Olivia with his mouth and yanks open her silk blouse. He buries his face in her breasts and caresses them with his hands. Olivia runs her hands down Del's chest and fiddles with the belt around his waist.

"Easy darlin'! Wait until we get to the plane," Del breathes heavily. Olivia groans and slides off him. Del looks down at the dress shirt that is now devoid of buttons and then over at Olivia. "Remind me to invest in extra shirts if you and I are going to keep this up."

Olivia grins seductively at Del and replies, "My blouse isn't any better."

"Well once we get onto the plane darlin' you're gonna lose it again…You can't just start something like that and not finish."

"I wasn't the one who ended it," she mumbles. Olivia digs around in her carry-on bag and pulls out a suit jacket. While she is sure the driver knew what was going on, she didn't want to confirm his suspicions.

"We're here. Divorces and the Dominican Republic await," Del announces jovially. "Ready to become a member of the 'mile high' club?" He opens the door and climbs out, instructing the driver to stow their luggage on the plane.

As I'll ever be, Olivia thinks to herself. She exits the limo and looks back over to where Sunset Beach and her home lies. Home…No, Del's right. Gregory is not your home anymore. Then why does leaving feel so wrong?